"As you will.

I was wild, myself; I think I know what he needs." "You can't beat anything into Buddy's head." It was Allie speaking.
"After all, he's grown up, and what right has anybody got to interfere with him?
S'pose it _is_ a woman?
S'pose she _is_ after his money?
It's his.

Men can get what they want by payin' for it.

An hour, a day, a week of happiness! Ain't that worth all Buddy 'll have to pay?
I'd pay.
I'd go through torture the rest of my life--" "_Allegheny Briskow!_" the mother exclaimed.
"Well, I would." The girl's voice broke, a sudden agitation seized her; in passionate defiance she went on: "What's the use of wanting something all your life and never getting it?
What's money for if you can't buy the one thing you want worst of all?
That's where men have got the best of it; they can buy love.

I wish I was a man; I wish I was Buddy! I'd have my day, my week--and as much more as I could pay for.
I'd have happiness that long if it broke my heart.